Siri, What's My Name?

You are
The Rock God
King of the Universe
Master of All You Survey.

You are
The One
The Only
More Than You Know.

You are
Light Itself
The Morning Star
The Evening one, too.

You are
The Spreading Chestnut Tree
The Sparkle in Your Mama's Eye
The Golden Child
The Chosen One.

You are
The Past, Present and Future
Calendars, Clocks and Sundials
Mark Your Time.

You are
Pure Genius
The Second Coming
The Next Big Thing.

You are
All there is
and then some.
All Day
Forever.

You are
Kind, Compassionate
and Forgiving
Generous, Empathetic
and Modest
to a fault.

You are
You.

Plane, Line, Point

Sometimes
I run my hand
flat
open
across the blank page
before I write on it.

The emptiness is a smooth,
cool
infinite Plane.

All surface,
No edge.

My words form a rough,
hot
finite Line.

All edge.
No surface.

These are my two worlds
These are our two universes
existing
side-by-side,
so close
sometimes we think we see
words on paper.

But words are an illusion.
Often enough to obscure
Seldom sufficient for change.

Plane
and
Line
never intersect.